The demon chitters as his huge knobby scrotum presses firmly against Snake’s chin.
GET THE SWORD.
Sanchez, who’s been masturbating as Snake absorbs his master’s cock, hurries to the wall, takes down the sword, rushes back to stand at his master’s side.
YOU PLEASE ME, SLAVE. I’VE BURNED TO FUCK A DISCIPLE SINCE BEFORE YOUR ANCESTORS CRAWLED OUT OF THE SLIMY SEA.
Saliva boils from the corner’s of Snake’s mouth. He looks up. The transparent eyes glitter at him, crystal balls in which no future can be seen. The demon’s mouth yawns open, revealing a cavern thick with needle-sharp teeth. His exhalation flows like air from a mortuary freezer.
Don’t kill me.Snake pleads with his eyes.
The demon laughs, draws his cock backwards, embeds himself again. His pincers needle into Snake’s skull. He fucks Snake’s mouth.
I’ve not forgotten you. Please him.
Like trumpets blowing in the darkest heart of a battle it’s a relief to feel that voice vibrating in Snake’s pineal gland. He’s not lost. There’s still hope. There’s cavalry out there, on the way, charging across the plains. He just needs to old out.
Please him, you idiot!
Snake works his tongue over the icy shaft plundering him, tearing his mind away from the icy burn the demon’s flesh inflicts upon him. He throats that gargantuan phallus expertly. The coppery taste is heady, crackling with energy. The hair on the back of Snake’s head shivers as if a lover breathes on him.
Damn. This demon is a stud.
ENOUGH!
The demon rips his cock from Snake’s mouth. Sanchez licks his lips.
YOU’RE GOOD. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY THE LEATHER MESSIAH LOVES YOU. YOUR FLESH IS PLEASING AND YOUR TALENTS ARE SUBLIME.
Staring down at Snake’s kneeling form, the demon strides around behind him. His footsteps clatter like ice cubes rattling in a glass. A brief moment as he examines the focus of his desire. Then his claws seize Snake’s hips and draw his ass up into breeding position.
GIVE ME THE SWORD, SLAVE.
Sanchez hands the weapon to his master. The demon draws the dark gray blade. Strange cursive symbols glow a sullen crimson on the blade. The writing isn’t Asian, the writing isn’t Arabic, the writing isn’t European. It’s hard to say what it is. Strange curves, following a chaotic mathematical pattern. But the words themselves, whatever they may be, are malign, a curse against the existence of the Leather Messiah.
Snake awaits the blow, shivering.Don’t kill me don’t kill me don’t kill me…
Clutching the blade in a claw the demon kneels. He shoves Snake’s legs open. He covers the blond haired biker like a stallion, his claws resting in pairs on either sides of Snake. The sword shivers with the urgency of the demon’s passion.
The demon doesn’t wait. There are no preliminaries. Smoothly, inevitable, like a frozen slug the demon’s phallus presses inside Snake’s butt.
Snake arches up into the demon’s bitter chest as his sphincter irises open. It’s huge, but not like one of the Leather Messiah’s phalli. He can take it without that sense of being stretched to the edge of rupture. The demon enters slowly, a stately procession of cockflesh up Snake’s back alley. No sensation of heartbeat, of breathing, throbbing against Snake’s back. Just a cold being of devoid of all purpose but the cessation of motion.
You’ll know what to do, beloved.
“You fuck him well, master.” Sanchez appears in Snake’s vision, jerking himself furiously. His nuts blur with motion.
Snake grunts when the demon finishes stuffing his cock into Snake’s colon. He’s full. His butthole aches. But he’s done it. And he finds pleasure in it. For the demon’s cold cock presses against the hard nut of Snake’s prostate, and Snake’s cock twitches obediently, drooling precum.
For a moment the demon savors the feel of a warm velvet tunnel wrapped around its tool. Greasy precum drips into Snake’s bowels.
Then the demon moves. Slowly, a glacier retreating down a narrow valley.
An ecstatic howl bursts out of Snake. Fists clench, and he thrashes his head. It’s good. It’s so fucking good.
The demon thrusts. His sack presses like a snowball against Snake’s. The demon finds his rhythm and seeks his pleasure in Snake’s forbidden flesh.
Snake moves his hips against the demon’s plundering thrusts. A flash of guilt.Should I like this so much? What does He think of me?But Snake can’t change his response to the pleasure. It’s Snake’s nerves which betray him, primal and subliminal, delighting in the sheer animal rut of the act.
It’s too much for Sanchez. He gasps, points his cock at Snake’s face, and skyrockets sperm. Thick as wet paint Sanchez semen douses the Disciple. When he’s finished Sanchez slurps the spunk webbing his fingers as if it were spilled vanilla milkshake.
The demon isn’t happy. He gnashes his teeth, rips the carpet with his claws.
I WILL TAKE REVENGE FOR THAT.
But there’s no interruption to the drilling the demon’s giving Snake. The demon fucks faster and faster. His claws rattle, and the sword he clutches trembles on the floor.
No, Snake’s not a bottom. But he’s learned since he enslaved himself to the Leather Messiah. He knows how to give himself to the pleasure. Instinctively his butthole squeezes on the demon’s cock, pulsing in time with the plundering shaft. There’s pain, but it’s a transcendent pain, a great wave Snake can ride higher and higher and higher–
LITTLE BITCH. I WILL FUCK YOU INTO A SHOWER OF BLOOD.
Snake whores his butt for the demon. Spreads legs. Lifts hips. Squeezes butt. Moans.
The demon likes it.
Boom.A huge berg calving from a glacier. Snow rumbling down mountain slopes. Pine tree shattering under the weight of ice.
!!!ORGASM!!!
A gusher goes off in Snake’s guts, an icy torrent so powerful you’d think it’d burst through an frozen dam. It roils and roars inside him, scouring him. Orgasm’s red fog rises out of his subconscious. Snake’s cock twitches, bleeding precum.Ride it ride it ride, up and up and upHis nuts throb, ready to burst–
No! No! No!
Snake grunts, and thinks of crushed kittens.
Rattling, the demon spews a final lake of jism into Snake and collapses onto his back.
Claws relax.
The sword clatters free.
And now Snake knows what must be done.
Snake twists, bucks, hurls himself up against the weight. The demon crashes to the floor like an icicle falling. A bitter wind roars.
DISOBEDIENT BITCH, I WILL KILL YOU!
Snake grips the sword.
Dark voices suddenly chatter in his head. Ancient sorcerers, practitioners of black magic, who sought to banish demons from the world. Curses, abjurations, words of condemnation and damnation. The syllables uttered when this keen blade was forged before the modern world began.
It can be used against any demon.
He scrambles to his feet.
The crystal demon is rising, his mouth a cavern of icicles, his claws yawning open, reaching to tear out Snake’s heart.
Now!
The blade slices through the demon’s neck like air. The head whirls off, smashes against the television, clatters on the floor. The body thrashes, stumbles backwards. Claws reach for the missing head. The legs twitch like a dying cockroach. It keels over. Shatters like ice cubes dropped on the floor.